The Escape Artist


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…The village lay already in darkness, with only the occasional street lamp swinging in the breeze.  The silk of her skirt was rustling deliciously as she walked past houses that exuded domesticity—the end of a meal, and the preparations for an early bedtime.  Soon she was out on the open road.  Her wig was itchy, but she didn’t mind…